little bitty girl

It's true what they say about Ontarians, we will hold on to the last days of summer like a dertermined three-year-old holding on to their favourite grubby toy. It may be freezing, but as long as the sun is shinning, we will grit our teeth and walk to work in our flip flops. Maybe it's because summer always seems to come so late to us — in comparison to Vancouver, for instance. We forget how disgusting, sweaty and smoggy our summers really are.

For me, summer officially begins at the start of Stefan's footy games and culminates at the AFL Grand Final Game. Think of it as the Stanley Cup of Aussie Rules Football. Quite a number of my friends and family think it strange that I am such a big fan of the game. I admit it can be a little weird even for me too, but the truth is, after all these years, the players and their wives have become friends. It's an excuse to get out in the sun and chill with people you like. It's an even greater place to meet interesting new people and, as you all know, people watching could be my all time favourite sport.

I love all the different people that I get to meet as there are always new players popping up on our team each year. I especially love the Australians. They're very jolly, hardy nomadic travellers who will go across the rest of the globe, only to return home to their land of surf and sun.

As you know, I am an extremely inquisitive person. All of Stefan's friends (especially the guys) have come to dread the "Karen spotlight", as they call it. I always start off with innocent enough questions, then hone in on a glitch in the answers because that is usually the person's sensitive spot. I don't do it to be malicious, I am just really curious about the inner workings of someone's mind.

Anyways, one of my standard queries is to ask for someone's "list." I've talked about the list before and if you need a refresher, it's a list of celebrities that you would sleep with. It obviously has to be an "impossible to achieve" list — call it the list of fantasy sex partners. I find it's a good indication of someone's taste in the opposite/same sex and in some ways an inner peek to their personalities.

At the start of the year, I had asked Travs, one of the new boys, about his list and he was flabbergasted.

"My wha...t?"

"Your list? Famous people you would fuck?"

"I'd never really thought about it."

Funny, I thought. Young, good looking guy with a healthy sexual drive and no list? I told him he needed to think of one the next time I saw him. Now I travelled quite a bit this summer so I was not actually at most of the games and everytime I saw Travs, he would look panicked and say that I didn't give him enough time to prepare. What was there to "prepare?" I have multiple lists according to age/quirks/talents/just looks but then, I guess that's me and I have affinity for lists anyways.

Last night at the annual AFL Grand Final hosted by local team, the Dingos, I bumped into Travs who looked me straight in the eye and finally gave me my list. It wasn't a big list but I liked his choices. I was so happy I would have given him a big kiss and hug other than the fact that he was already drunk. Also, I think, he thinks I am crazy. It was a great end to a very humorous summer. Travs leaves before next season but it's guys like him that keep me going back.